sometimes I wonder
when he sees me go by
does he spit in disgust
or roll his brown eyes
does he ask how I'm doing
or wonder if I
still wonder about him
and if I still cry
does he say my last name
with anger or pride
does he look down on me and say
oh, she used to be mine
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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride
